My home in the Hail

O my home in the Hail, the steppe, and those two, from a sane person

Its sound is deaf, its form is outdated, and it is beyond the logic of the question.

Ask the servants of the staff, “What have ther deceived about the valiant lion”

The eyes of the great king have been pleased,

And from the sons of this great , when We cast the highest among them upon the lowest

We stab them with wires and bruises like we were on Napal

For they are in installments, like the foot of a bear, like the thick cat of a wild animal.

Until we left them in a battlefield, their feet like falling wood.

Alcohol was permissible for me, and I was too shy to drink it while I was busy searching for food.